Stavanger Bay Food For Thought

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Amalia felt a small sense of unease at Cerne's words. And she would have been fine with finding elsewhere, wouldn't have argued. There were scents here. However stale. 

Kigipigak spoke and she moved into position.

I'll flush them out. She dipped her muzzle to Cerne and Kigipigak and with careful movements belly lower, legs ready. With a soft breath she followed a scent trail further into the underbrush.

Mouth watered at the scent of prey and with a small yip she began the chase, herding the fast creatures towards her packmates.